Hour Glass

Hope is drowning in the hour glass and all the answers disagree. I thought I knew, I wish I’d asked. I lost my way reading maps like a novice out to sea. Hope is drowning in the hour glass. Sedated my ego and choked on laughs. Formulated an identity. I thought I knew, I wish I’d asked. Built it to watch it collapse - and ran away ignorantly. Hope is drowning in the hour glass. Beneath the rubble, a smoldering past And the cost of what was thought free. I thought I knew, I wish I’d asked. All the sweat burned to ash. My soul is a chimney. Hope is drowning in the hour glass. I thought I knew, I wish I’d asked.